Chapter 1628: Transformation in the Battle (33)

"Well, since you have your own plans, I don't bother to ask. ＂

Seeing that he could not get much out of Bediwell's mouth, the old man continued: "I have drawn up a contract, and no one will be paid thirty-two thousand and one hundred Egyptian dollars for these three men to participate in this mission. It includes a five-percent bounty hunter organization's brokerage fee, as well as a two-percent tax from the Egyptian government. ＂

"A bit pricey. Bediwell snorted.

"No way. Because you didn't explain the content of the mission in detail, the danger of the mission is unknown. In this case, we can only hire people at the highest cost. The people who came to apply for the job all knew that their lives might be in danger during this mission, but they still came without hesitation. You have to respect them. ＂

"Understood. Draw up the contract and let them sign it later. Bediwell didn't want to argue too much about this matter, anyway, the group of them had plenty of military funds, and they could still get this money.

The werewolf youth then took out the key card of the hotel that had been prepared long ago from his arms, this card also doubles as a debit card, and Bediville's military funds are stored in the bank account, which can be withdrawn by swiping this key card. And the old man's side is already ready to swipe the credit card.

Honk. With this brush, nearly 100,000 Egyptian coins rolled away like flowing water.

"Okay, I'll go back and tell them, and after the contract is signed, your contractual relationship will be officially established. Are you going to meet them now, or are you going to get them to contact you somewhere else?"

Bediwell thought for a moment: "It's okay, after signing the contract, I'll go over and interview them with the details of the mission." ＂

"Good. Wait for me here. The boss walked out of the cubicle and went back to talking to the three bounty hunters.

Bediwell watched from the observation room that the people on the other side were almost finished chatting and the contract was signed, and he walked out of the observation room and pushed the door into the intelligence room.

"Are you all ready?" he asked as soon as he entered.

"Oh-" The three mercenaries each let out a low grunt, a little surprised to see that their employer was an orc.

"Boss?" Lawrence suddenly came up and said, "We meet again!

Bediwell was a little upset: "Don't call me boss. ＂

"But you are indeed the boss, aren't you the one who commissioned this mission?" said Lawrence, with a hippie smile.

Bediwell was depressed for a moment. He is indeed the boss of these three mercenaries, and those who pay can be called bosses, and there seems to be nothing wrong with this statement. But it's always uncomfortable to listen to.

"Just call me Bediville. Then the werewolf youth said, "Come with me, and take you to the place where you are going to work at once." ＂

"What is the specific content of this job?" As soon as he left the intelligence room, one of the mercenaries asked, "How dangerous is it?"

"Hmm...... Bediwell was about to say that the job was really just digging for rockfalls, and there was not much danger, but he thought about it, there might still be dangerous Jotun giants hanging around outside the collapse site, and if they dug up the rockfalls, the giants would attack. So this work really can't be said to be completely risk-free.

"The work itself is just a clear landslide, and there is not much danger. "But there are dangerous monsters in the vicinity of that place, so be on your lookout." ＂

"Understood, Boss. Lawrence chimed in.

The corners of Bediwell's forehead immediately burst into veins: "It's all said, don't call me boss!"

The four of them left the bar and entered the city of Cairo. Bediwell led three mercenaries into an alley.

"Huh?" the other mercenary reminded in confusion, "Mr. Bediwell, further on is a dead end. ＂

"I know. Bediwell didn't explain much and continued down the cul-de-sac. As long as the little golden hammer is in Bediwell's hand, he can actually open a portal anywhere, past the ancient hall of the dragon hunters. But he couldn't just open the portal in broad daylight, in full view of everyone, just open the portal handle on the street? And those mercenaries didn't understand anything, and even asked more about this little thing, and Bediwell was a little upset.

At the end of the alley, in a dark corner where no one else was around, Bediwell took out the token of the dragon hunter clan from his bosom, followed the example of the mysterious young man before, and drew a cross on the ground. Then he tapped with the little hammer, and the portal opened.

"Come with me. And no matter what you see along the way, don't ask too much. Bediwell jumped in first.

The portal was very efficient, and in an instant it brought Bedeville to the dragon hunters' temple, which was full of legendary dragons.

"Tsk. As soon as Lawrence arrived, he couldn't help but whistle when he saw the magic weapons hanging all over the wall not far away.

"Don't touch anything. "There's a protective barrier on the wall, and if you touch those weapons, you'll be roasted." ＂

"Got it, boss. Lawrence replied.

Bediwell couldn't help but curse: "The place of work is not far from the front, follow quickly." ＂

The three mercenaries looked at each other and followed Bedwell to the main hall into the corridor outside. The cold air from the outside world came faintly, making everyone shiver slightly. Anyone knows that this is no longer Egypt, but some extremely cold place in the north.

"There are such ancient ruins, and such a cold place...... Is this Iceland?" one of the mercenaries speculated.

Of course, Bedwell wouldn't answer him - and the guy didn't guess right. Bedivel just wanted these people to help clear the rockfall and rescue Solar, but there were always mouthy people asking this and that. While qualified bounty hunters seem to be under a duty of secrecy, even if Bediwell tells them the details of their missions, they generally don't give out the contents of their clients' requests. But Bediwell was always asked questions, and he was really upset.

They walked a short distance to the site of the collapse. The situation was still the same as before, most of the passage was buried by falling rocks, and there were some small crevices left that were not large enough for an adult man of normal physique to get out. Solar, who was buried half of his body by the landslide, lay next to him as if he were asleep against the wall, without the slightest movement.

"This man...... I've seen it on TV. One of the mercenaries saw Solar's face and said, "It seems to be that...... Where is the magic swordsman Solaar?"

"Boss, do you want to get this man out of the way, or do you just need to dig through the passage?" Lawrence asked, "This guy is no longer saved, is he? ＂

"You don't have to worry about this little thing. Just find a way to move the stone out of the way. Bediwell snorted. In fact, he could faintly see the part of Solar that was crushed by the stone through the cracks in the frozen stone. It was covered with something dull black, presumably the scales of the Immortal Ancient Dragon. With the dragon scales for protection, the stone-crushed half of Solal's body should be intact, though it looks far worse than it really is. Anyway, just find a way to move the stone out of the way, drag the crushed half of Solar's body out of the crack, and let Soral worry about the rest.

"Hmph—" Lawrence leaned over to the stone and looked at it again, "that's not good." The stones are frozen, and if the frost is not melted, they will definitely stick together, and they will not be able to move away no matter what. Did anyone bring torches?"

The other two mercenaries shook their heads, they had come in a hurry to accept the commission, and they had weapons with them, and one of them even brought a digging tool - a shovel - but no one remembered to bring a torch.

"You don't have to worry about fire. Bediwell knew that this was going to be the case, and had already taken out a packet of flame pine powder from his waist. He walked over to the crumbling stone, dug a small pit in the ground with his weapon, poured the powder directly into the pit, and struck it with his weapon, and the flame of magic rose. The heat of the flame is not low, and the stones are heat transferring, and when one stone is heated, the stones next to it also become hot, and the frost around them is constantly disintegrating.

"What do you have with you?" asked Bediwell, "pry the stone with your weapon." ＂

So one of the mercenaries took out a spear from his pocket. It's not bad to use this as a crowbar. The other mercenary drew the long sword at his waist and the shovel he was carrying, ready to start digging.

"Uh...... Lawrence pulled a short sword and a small photon pistol from his waist, but neither of these weapons was too short or long-range to be used as a crowbar.

A bruise appeared on Bediwell's forehead: "I told you clearly that this mission is [excavation], why don't people listen and don't even bring a decent tool?!"

"I'm sorry, I really didn't know what you said about [digging], Boss, turned out to be real digging. Lawrence said with an innocent look on his face.

"What? What the hell did you think this digging was when you took the job?!" Bediwell was furious.

Lawrence shrugged: "This - in the underground of Egypt, there are many ancient ruins that have not been excavated, and the general [excavation] work in the association refers to the excavation of ancient tombs - whether it is excavation with government permission or tomb robbery without a license." ＂

"Unbelievable. Are you Egyptians so fond of robbing tombs?" Bedivel couldn't help but be even more depressed.

The three mercenaries shrugged at the same time.

"Forget it! Whoever gives that extra shovel to Lawrence, let him take care of the main excavation! Since you don't have any tools, you should be given a little more effort!"

"I have no opinion, boss. Lawrence then took the shovel from another mercenary and began digging.